I checked this one out of a 99 cent video rental store a few years back, for the sole purpose of seeing whether or not the caption on the box which read 'and Jim Carrey' had any merit. The movie seemed to have been made in the early 80's, so this would've been right in the middle of his first comedy club, impressionist act. Possibly his very first movie role.
The film, billed as a very raunchy comedy, revolves around a journalist who's sent in to infiltrate several adult-orientated businesses in search of a hit feature for his publication. With assured 'Canadian Content', it was bound to have blatant nudity to no end, and Jim might more than likely be captured au' natural for the camera.
As Canadian films go, this is A-typical. Bad cinematography coupled with a middle-school style of boisterous stage acting, and a plot fit to be marked with the Surgeon General's warning.
Normally, I'm not the type of guy who gets his jollies from gazing at the cracks of feature film actors before they were famous (no matter what you've heard), but this was too good to pass up. If it checked out, I'd be on the phone with 'Hard Copy' so fast.
So after about 40 minutes of misfire humor,several dozen floppy breast shots, and a directing style below-par for even a 'Mentos' ad,..no Jim. Then comes the scene where our journalist friend takes his story into the shady hallows of a sleazy massage parlor. It starts out as hokey as you'd expect, with the reporter getting totally bare-assed and wandering around the facilities, sheepishly hiding his goodies for pseudo-comedic effect.
Then you notice the photographer the guy brings along to visually record the event. And there he is..'Allll-righty,then!' No, he doesn't say that. In fact, he has no lines for the entire scene. Yes,..he is nude (all pasty,in fact), and there are a few butt shots. But, he cleverly covers his goodies with the 35mm camera. That's okay..that's okay.
I still liked it better than 'Cable Guy'.
My curiosity satisfied, I eject the tape and toss it behind the couch across the room, where it stayed for several weeks until the video store phoned and surreptitiously, but not needfully, asked for it back.
I've not seen a copy of it since. Lucky for you, Jim. Be a shame if the public saw your 'grinch'. And I ain't talkin Dr. Seuss here either, rubberface!
